{Bio/Story} Charr Rexxlaldron Hellrune

[Duito]

First Name:Charr Last name:Rexxlaldron Title:Hellrune

Race:Half-orc of draenei descent Height:7'2" Weight:215 lbs Age:22 Class: Runemaster Warrior

Markings/scars/Tattoos: Runes are marketed along his upper chest,symbols of ancient power that he has gathered over his journey.These runes can also be found on his lower arms.Markings of clans are branded into his skin as a constant reminder of his past, on his rib cage is the emblem of the satyr ripped over by scared tissue. It is a shameful mark of past temptations to the dark arts. His back is marked with the crest of the horde,small details are added to mark his service to the war,scratched by burning rock in the center of the horde crest is the symbol of the Naga.Looking towards the lower part of his chest many names are drawn into flesh, of past masters.A notable scar trails down from the scalp,through the eye to just above the jaw bone.

Appearance:His eyes glow a bright red with a faint blackness in the center,it is there you can see the pain that he has gone through in his life. It is this that shows he has nothing left to lose but refuses to stay down making him a formidable opponent. Many demonic alterations are present on his face,eyes,tougher skin, three spikes sprout from under his jaw bone. The spikes have a charred look with cracks in the 'bone',a pulsating red energy can be seen here.He is yet to have many dreanei deformities other then a tail, and tentacles on each side of the noise going just underneath the jaw in length.

Family:
Alora Hellswarm,Mother (murdered)

Vok Hellswarm, Father (murdered)

Grona Firewalker,Grandmother,residing in Garadar,Nagrand

Siblings: Charr never knew his siblings as they where kept apart for different rules in the clan.
Kota Bladerunner, Brother, residing in the Outlands

Gorkoljin Hellswarm, Brother (Murdered)

Early life:

Peace was not a trait welcomed by his people,they had no patience for failure in this time of war.New born where raised as workers

caring for the clan as the men fought and the women created off spring to secure the future of the clan. Charr was born before The

Opening of the Black portal.This making life harder as The burning legion has risen under the control of Gul'dan (or so he thought) and

his Horde.Many orcs knew his insanity and disagreed with many of his motives and fought back,including his Father!Many things

where kept from Charr in times of young do to his training.So the corrupted horde everyone else feared showed promise of a better

future to him. It was always a symbol of power and fear, and he knew that would be the only thing to secure his clans future.He enlisted

for the horde at age seventeen,just as he reached adulthood. But was laughed at for being a half breed and turned down,this made him

hate himself and everyone like him.
In training he was more aggressive, quickly using his brute strength to subdue his enemies filled by rage of his failure to

protect his family,his way even if he hurts some of them in the process. But now he didn't care,he hated them for what they have made

him, and caused much pain in his time in the clan.As months passed after the opening of the black portal no orc's heard word from the

home front, fearing that we've failed this itched Charr, he knew he could have helped in every way possible but he was turned down by

birth defects, and this enraged him.But he found power in ancient arts,dark runes forgotten in history but remembered by few.But

messing with a power comes with a price.Demon blood surged through his veins. He had corrupted him self with the power of the

runemaster. But these runes demanded blood! The voices of the warlocks of the passed,who created the runes by combinding dark

and mystic energies,corrupted his mind with ancient chants driving him insane at the alter where he found the runes. They demanded

blood.His anger has always been directed towards his father for mating with a draenei slave. He charged into clan grounds, axe in

hand. His father,war lord of the clan, was no match for Charr's new found strength and fell to his knees with in seconds.He didn't beg

for his life,he wasn't a coward of death and if it where to be from his own sons hand then so be it, atleast he went out with honor. Just

as he was to draw the fatal blow he was stopped,dead in his tracks by his 'mother'. She stood infront of the blade inches away from

the side of her neck, she was brave! But Charr wasn't him self and felt nothing for this women, he dropped the axe and wrapped his

dirty green hands around her neck.
The villagers screamed at the sight filling Charr with more rage, he simply threw her out of the way like a rag doll when he

was done. He grabbed his axe and looked at his father fighting a battle within his self,but the voices he heard promised that he would

have more power then he could ever imagen he could protect his clan and be a member of the horde. He looked in his fathers eyes

then at the villagers,raisng his arms in praise of there horriefied looks. His father looked up at him laughing,Charr Looked down at him

in disbelief. Charr swung the axe down breaking the laughter,the axe cut his face into two blood squirting upward onto Charr's torso

and upper arms. He grabbed the handle of the axe and kicked the body off the blade, he roared as thunder clashed, heavy rain pouring

down. He grabbed his father by the hair stepping behind his body, and slashed at axe through the neck,decapitating his fathers life

less body."POWER IS WHAT WE NEED! POWER IS WHAT I HAVE!" he yelled ,smirking at the coward throwing his fathers head to them.

"Let that be symbol to you all! What true power is-" an arrow priced his chest, then another!
" You have been corrupted my son, I can see the runes you have been marked by! A dangerous power you have found" his

grandmother stepped into sight "You have promise....you had a future like so little of us do" she yelled grabbing a club from a soilder

protecting the coward,"You had power....a great deal of it but you wanted more and that was your down fall, deh'horde isn't want you

think Gul'dan has lead them all to their death!" she looked at Charr,placing her hand on his shoulder. Runes lit up the very skin of charr

with a faint glow "You will sleep" she kissed Charr the cheek "You will forget" Charrs legs became weak as power swarmed through

his body, he could hardly stand and soon found himself on the ground "Grandmothe-"
"Sleep my little Charr, be cleanesed"she whispered "Take him to the tombsssssss-"

Late Life
His late life was spent in a dream fighting inner demons in a world created mentally by his grandmother,by the power of the runes.He

couldn't leave, it was his reallity now and he didn't know the difference. He spent years in this dream casted apon him by a true

runemaster ageing within but not physically appearing much younger then he is in his awakened state.But living so long in a dream

has broken him,facing demons he created in life over and over again with his face on them. This world was his own personal hell, after

a year or so he couldn't remember what his life was or like. He lived in the moment of everyday in the dream.But soon he would be

found in the tombs under the zangarmarsh by naga. They preformed many rituals on his lifeless body effecting the dream and

enhancing his power.But one spell know as 'Nel'mocaldor' an ancient ritual preformed on the dead naga as a passge to death, it

effected the half-breed orc differently awakening him from the dream,surrounding him in engery from the runes but he could not

control the power in his awakened state the feild of energy collasped exploding around him killing the naga that found him, he ran

through the caverns seeing creatures he could not explain, every where he ran into naga and was soon backed up towards a wall.

They didn't not want to fight an un-armed enemy,honorable creatures the males where. They armed him with a spear,but he did not

wish to fight. He dropped the spears and knelt down,exposing the runes that marked his body, an ancient art of the titans and the naga

wanted it for they could feel his power!
They took Charr in as one of there own, telling him stories of Azeroth a world he never knew.About thrall and the horde and

the many wars and conflicts surrounding them.But most importantly they told him about Illidan and the burning legion, how much

power they have gotten as Illidan took over the black temple after the orc warlocks had their fun. Charr was amazed at all he has

missed, and how little he remembered he told them about the dream.But the Naga really just wanted to know about the runes that he

knew nothing about,they wanted to know they told him it could help their kind and there many efforts to destory the burning legion

from within! But he told them he didn't know where they came from.But the naga where persistent, so they did what they thought was

best, beating the answers out of him. But the runes had a self defenese aspect, the power flowed through him and he felt it breaking

out of his chain bonds freeing himself from the touture. Runes appeared on the naga as Charr made odd movements with his hand

soon bringing his fingers together frying the naga from the inside, he ran out of the touturing chamber only to be met by a bog lord. He

casted runes under its feet snaring it to the ground. He ran throwing his hands outwards rune symbols seem to fly of his hand

exploding in the fist of the bog lord. He casted a rune on the ground launching him upwards onto the face of the bog lord, he soon

bested the armless beast.This lead him to realize his power and why the naga wanted it so bad, they where using him for his 'power'

and once they got it he knew they would kill him.He escaped the underground caverns to find a troll camp called 'Swamprat Post', they

where a member of the horde he heard so much about from the naga. They reacted negative to Charr much more aggresive then the

Naga had been this angered Charr,but he had no where else to go he begged for them to take him back in. They felt sorry for the sickly

looking orc, and they did arming him with the best they had.As days passed he felt at home and learned much about the horde and the

hated 'alliance', and through the trolls tales they would kill him the first chance they got. But he warned the trolls he knew how to fight

and had a power he didn't understand.A young troll by the name 'Korg'kon' challenged him to a duel doubting he power and skills, this

was a joke to Charr after all he did remember some things.The shadowhunter's arrows where no match for the power of the runes, and

he fell.The victory was great and he was thirsty for more! The trolls told him about draenei ruins to the west, and a attack they have

been planning for along time but there where never enough reniforments, but with Charr they could best the poorly equiped alliance,

and victory was swift many trolls where lost and wonded. Charr and 'Korg'kon' were the last standing, but they need not suspect an

attack from behind by Naga! The two where captured, and toutured the naga symbol branded into their backs.They tried to studie the

markings on Charr's skin, but there was much resistance. They where both convinced that there horde would come save them.But

Charr lost hope, he knew he could only depend on him self the first chance he got he broke out, he told korg he would come back for

him and left as fast knowing he only had one chance.He told the remain trolls about Korg'kon, and how he didn't have long to live, he

needed to be saved and fast.But they didn't care about one troll, when there were so little left.Charr couldn't believe how many

cowards he fought with days ago. He left the village taking what he can carry on his back to save his troll friend, the naga where no

match for him, and he made quick work to the toture chamber where korg was being held.But the troll was in bad shape when Charr

turned his back on him, and now....he was dead.Charr fell to his knees being swarmed by naga. "Are master will like a word with you"

the naga spoke in strange taunge that Charr could understand.Next thing he new he was faced to face with Illidan! The following days

was a blur for Char,but he was changed more then he knew, he awoke in Nagrand being cared for, little did he know his grandmother!
" You have grown in the ancient arts young one, you are truly a master of deh'runes" she handed him a sack of gathered runes "My

time is short,and i have no strength to take in this power", and as fast as she was there she was gone. He couldn't remember anything

past illidan, but he remembered satyrs and chants of pure evil that chilled his bones, he opened the sack and was overwhelmed

power.But it haunted him of the past what he felt, and what he still feels.He stood feeling pain shoot to his feet and roared in pain

feeling as though his body was torn opened! New runes marked his body,scars that he couldn't remember and a symbol of the dark

arts of the satyrs. He walked outside to see brown skinned orcs,they where not infected,but one! He walked towards the orcs around a

pit fire and spoke "I have seen the dark ones, I have lived with naga and came face to face with illidan" The green skined orc glanced at

Charr.
" And who may you be young orc?" the green skinned orc spoke more friendly then any other orc Charr has met before " I am many

things,I've done many things....I'm a a killer,a warrior but ever since the opening of the black portal I wanted to be apart of the horde,

never truly knowing what it was. I have worked with the trolls of darkspear and fought the draeinei of exodar. I've been through things

others would die from, I have lost everything and gained nothing."Charr looks into the fire and smiles" I even lost my memory....But I

remember everything!"Charr turns his back on the bone fire " I'am Charr and I would like to join your horde" Charr kept walking

towards the inn where is grandmother took care of him "Welcome aboard"

Expadtions to the North

Charr kept to himself while working for the horde, he did not agree with many of the actions that where taken.He thought the horde

was less then what it should be, but it had promise.He worked as a Blacksmith to make some extra coin while he stayed in Orgrimmar,

but he was mostly a solider of war. With his knowledge of illidan the horde where quickly able to best the outside defense of the black

temple.He thought this would give him glory but he has found much hatred for being a half-breed even in these ages of the

horde.Many tried to subdue him but couldn't, there where even assasination attemps that he even brought to the court of the horde but

they did nothing.He kept to him self fought for himself.As soon as he had what he wanted he would leave.He stole from the horde

anything he could food,gear,weapons and gems.Thrall approved and warned him of the future of Garrosh, or the waring elements and

gave him a mission, that when the time came he would leave and set fourth what his warchief has given him too do.Runes....how they

changed a warriors life. His mission would be to place runes on the four corners of Azeroth and anywhere else they seen fit. He did not

take part in anything to do with the expaditions, but he watched the dwarfs of Ironforge uncover his runes, he had eyes and ears

everywhere....students of the runes pawns to him, never truly learning the full power.He wanted those runes,and set fourth secure the

travlers carrying his prize.They where travling by mount and foot, easy pray.As Charr was still power hungry, he managed it.Controled

his thirst training by the blade more then with the runes. Charr also was taught by the close class relatives druids and shamans to

control his power manage it with out messing with the balance of it all.So he did, but every power can be used to dark deeds, he new

that best of all,and the students of runes had used up their use.Charr made many new runes one of which was a Death rune, just a

touch to the enemy would eat away at them and kill them if they are weak.So he put this new rune to use on his students,killing them

all.He told Carine Bloodhoof all he has done, and questioned if he was doing the right thing. But Carine new had no place to say and

asked for Charr to leave thunderbluff.

The Shattering

Charr and grown older and stronger in more ways then one, he had no emotional ties in Orgrimmar nothing.That was the plan, stay

hidden stay quite. He was a very good solider but hated by many orcs,other races and half-breeds where amazed by him how to

conflicting races could work together.But all where amazed by the markings of the ley lines scattered among his flesh,one of his

friends Rexxar of the outlands helped him move out of orgrimmar and into the wild.Taught him how to be one with nature.He took a

blood oath to stay away from orgrimmar for as long as he could.Tell no one his story, and that is what he did.

Present
Charr lives on the outside lands of The Twilight highlands communicating with the dragonmaw clan for very little.He lives off the good protecting the runed grounds that he has laid among broken land,he has been in short line communication with the dragon races in these times they are his only friends. Blood elfs and trolls are also accept Charr for what he is, and has been made into by dark magic, and demon blood.He fears no one, and does not wish to stand down to any besides Thrall and his old friend Carine. In recent weeks he saved garroshes life with the help of Garona another half orc, but even she fears Charr for what he has done but everyone feels sorry for him because of what has been done to him. But the truth is Charr did it to him self, it all started with the runes. His pain...his suffering and even the need for Isolation....But he has had enough,it is time to fight with the horde once again. He has been found in thunderbluff but disappears at night.

Gear
He carriers an axe made of dragon bone, combined by earth.The blade is made of a metor that hit azeroth in the late years, he is cloaked by dragon wing skin keeping him safe from heat/fire and nearly invisble from behind.He wears armor made out of the same meteor painted black so it is less likely he will be seen at night, the armor is also marked with runes. He wears a two part mask, a helmet covering the eyes and head and a mouth peice implanted dragon teeth.
Status: Hermit/living

Motives: Power,hatred,anger,approval, redemption

Allies: Blood elfs,trolls,Dragons, some orcs, Rexxar,Thrall,Baine Bloodhoof, half-orcs, Undead,demons never confronted other races

with a need to talk

---------- Post added 2011-08-08 at 07:49 PM ----------

Might make some changes/clean it up a bit tell me if that would be needed...

[Khorianas]

Two things I would have to ask right away. How and where did he find those runes? Explain that please. Where do they come from how did he find them etc. It is basically the Origination Point of the whole story but poorly explained.

Also, listing Rexxar, Thrall and Baine as allies is okay, since they are part of the Horde, but if you mean they are personal friends or anything like that, that is usually frowned upon.

I might have more to add as soon as I can get through all of the text. The extreme spacing is difficult to read for me to be honest.

[Duito]

Two things I would have to ask right away. How and where did he find those runes? Explain that please. Where do they come from how did he find them etc. It is basically the Origination Point of the whole story but poorly explained.

Also, listing Rexxar, Thrall and Baine as allies is okay, since they are part of the Horde, but if you mean they are personal friends or anything like that, that is usually frowned upon.

I might have more to add as soon as I can get through all of the text. The extreme spacing is difficult to read for me to be honest.

Yeah everytime I was typing and hit enter 'awh snap' would come up on google chrome it was just terrible. Yeah this is a rough draft believe it or not =p